They, significantly I think, blamed God.
File under: people unclear on the concept.
I've come to the conclusion lately that the grown-up thing to do in most fuckups is to get over blame, despite how emotionally satisfying it might be. It's useful to assess what mistakes happened, so as to plan properly for next time, but blaming people only ends up with recriminations, defensiveness, and wasted time.
I don't say this only because I'm as often as not the one who fucked up, but that's a nice side effect, seeing other people skip over the public-humiliation part of fuckup-recovery.
In non-fuckup news, happies to Kalshane! I have been enjoying 29 for 11 months now, and will be leaving it behind in two weeks.
And Happy Birthday, Kalshane!
Happy Birthday, Kalshane!
Much ~ma to tiggy's family.
I found out last night that someone I know vaguely through fandom (as in, read her LJ, like her fic and nonfic writing, never have met) had a stroke and is in the hospital. She's doing pretty well, but has a long recovery ahead. Argh. I don't know what I can do about it other than send her good vibes.
Bad things shouldn't happen to funny, cool people.
I hope your aunt and cousin recover quickly, tiggy.
Happy birthday, Kalshane!
As of 3-something this morning, I am 29. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet.
It's better than the alternative? Happy birthday, Kalshane. It's never too late to have a misspent youth.
Hippo birdies to Kalshane and health-ma to tiggy's family.
Best wishes, tiggy and family.
My issue with Pat Robertson and his ilk is that they still consider themselves Christians even though they seem to hate everything. What version of the Bible do they happen to be reading?
Happy natal day, Kalshane!
